Apokalipse

Free Winds [Reboot]

Enna Marlies

Name: Ennabeth Marlies Nickname: Enna Gender: Female Age: 16 Age Appearance: 16 Appearance: Enna is a tall girl who stands around 5’8” and is neither curvy nor stick-like. The only remarkable thing about her, really, is her super pale skin that has never been tan in her life, but other than that, Enna is average. Personality: Enna is a snarky, sarcastic bitch. Well, that’s the easiest way to describe her when you first meet her. She seems to love to point out the faults in others and is constantly complaining. She is not very affectionate and is actually quite the opposite; when in the few relationships she had, Enna could be described as distant and cold, just generally un-clingy. She loves to run her mouth and is never not talking, even in great times of danger. She has a pessimistic point of view and sees everything as bad or not-as-bad. The biggest fear she has is having her island be taken by the Crucible. Enna is also a perfectionist and needs everything to be nice and tidy; she can be described as a neat-freak and almost has OCD tendencies. She favors things to even, not odd, and everything needs to be in order so as she can find it easily. In her free time, Enna likes to alphabetize her vast amount of books on her shelf or read. Many might assume that Enna is violent when faced with her confrontational, opinionated and argumentative personality, but Enna is actually a pacifist and gets scared at the sight of blood. Backstory: Enna was born to a lawyer mother named Merrybeth and a lumberjack father named, ironically, Jack in Krukow. Enna mostly resembles her mother in the snarky attitude she has and learned all of her arguing from her mother’s constant arguments with her father. And Merrybeth had many arguments with Jack. Due to the fact that Merrybeth had a greater intelligence than simple Jack, Merrybeth constantly felt superior which would cause the two to get in a quarrel which affected Enna negatively. Enna began seeing arguing as an everyday, no-escape thing. However, she yearns for peace and harmony in her home. Enna didn’t have a lot of friends growing up because of her rather distasteful personality and so she mostly spent her time reading – she especially liked Merrybeth’s books. While Enna studies her mother’s lawyer books, she also helps out her father in chopping down trees and carrying logs to the house. Merrybeth has lately been urging Jack into getting into the farming business in order to bring in more money and more arguments have been stirred up because of it. Mage: N/A Skills: Arguing, organization, sarcasm Techniques: None as of yet since she is lacking many skills Equipment: Leather gloves Position: Quartermaster Theme Song: Novocaine by Fall Out Boy

Free Winds [Reboot]

<Snipped quote by Apokalipse> For some reason a lot of people don't get this right on the first try... But you did. x3

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YAY!

Free Winds [Reboot]

A quartermaster does the supplies right? o_o

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Nara, Shikako Land of Fire - Tea Room, Nara Compound, Morning “Shikamoe was murdered last night.” Shikako felt her heart break under her chest and her fingers twitched against her thigh. “Oh.” Shikaro stared at her with lazy, searching eyes and she felt him digging into her soul. He was waiting for her to burst into tears or throw the table across the room. Instead, Shikako sat there in seiza, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Shikamoe was a close friend, very close, and Shikako didn’t have many of those. Actually, she had none. Who wanted to be friends with deficit Nara heir? Well, a lot would, but ever since people began looking to Shikashi as the next leader, her list of friends had shrinking. Shikamoe was probably the last person who was truly her friend, if Shikako was honest with herself. Shikako has had people die in her life before; she is a shinobi, after all. However, every time was different. One time she might have thrown a fit and punch a hole through the wall and another she might have cried until her eyes were puffy and red. Both of those instances had been in different times of her life, though, and this time, this moment, was in a different time as well. In this time, Shikako was used to sorrow and disappointment. In this time, Shikako just felt numb. Emotions did not swirl in her belly and thoughts didn’t devour her mind; no, all she had was the numb static sprinkled across her limps and soul. After a long moment of silence, Shikaro seemed satisfied with her reaction and nodded to himself, taking a sip of his tea. “Good, Shikako. Now, we must proceed with how we should handle this. What do you think we should do?” Shikako glanced up from her lap and into the eyes of her father, the man that once coddled her with the warmth of fire, but now seemed like a distant silhouette with the icy grips of conviviality. He acted friendly and warm at times, polite and respectful, but he was nothing more than acquaintance to her. He had been nothing more than an acquaintance since the clan discovered of her insufficient chakra control. “We question the other clans of their participation in the killing of Shikamoe while continuing an investigation.” Shikako answers, picking at her nails nervously. “No, you are thinking politically. What should we do strategically?” Shikaro prompted, his tone hard and calculating. Shikako felt anxious sweat drip down her face and slip into her eyes. She had to blink multiple times to get the saltiness from her vision, lest it irritate her more. What was the right answer? If she is thinking politically, what would be the strategic answer? The Nara Clan had strong jutsu, indeed, but it didn’t have as much strength as the other big competitors and only had an average amount of members, not enough to swarm. The only thing that made the Nara Clan a worthy opponent was its skill in strategy and war. If they didn’t have numbers or strength, they couldn’t offend the other clans or make Shikamoe’s death public, now could they? “We keep quiet about it. We conduct a quiet investigation and increase security. We must remain on the defense until we discover the culprit; and when we do, we quietly and surreptitiously slaughter him in the most gruesome way we can in order to spread the message that no one messes with the Nara.” Anger, pulled from deep within Shikako’s gut, so deep she hadn’t noticed it, rises into her voice. It wasn’t the simmering rage that Shikako has felt when faced with Shikashi’s taunts. Instead, it was the cold fury that freezes and freezes in one’s heart, living and living until revenge is dealt. “Correct.” Shikaro murmurs, leaning back and taking another gulp of his tea. He sets it down and levels his eyes with Shikako, his intense gaze burning and scorching her. “But Shikashi would have gotten it on the first time.” Nara, Shikashi Land of Fire - Nara Compound, Morning Shikashi slowly stood up and crossed his arms, glancing at the newcomer with a suspicious gaze. Shikayo glances at the newcomer as well before tossing a nod to Shikashi and leaving. “This is the Nara Compound and you are intruding.” Shikashi hisses, hunching his shoulders and baring his teeth. “Leave, now.” Shikashi readies his chakra in case the intruder doesn’t leave peacefully and his muscles tense in preparation. However, nobody would notice it unless one knew Shikashi like the back of one’s hand.

Alma Mater Maximus

I got this.

Alma Mater Maximus

The field was big and chaos thrived in it. Poppy found herself shyly moving about the place, wishing she had gained a cooler power instead of insta-learn. A small Chinese-dragon like thing swerved in front of her and riding a top of it was a boy who whooped and hollered at her. Poppy smiled and waved, feeling a sense of desire to ride on top of a freakin’ dragon. No such luck, the shimmering scales disappeared from her view and into the clouds. Colors seemed to explode in front of her eyes and the vibrancy thrummed more-so than it ever did in the presence of the teachers. Biting her lip, Poppy dove into nearby pile of snow and started making a snow angel. That is when she saw it. A castle! An aircraft! A god damn dragon! Poppy couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping. That was the biggest thing she has ever laid eyes on and she quite envied Henrietta for it. Part of Poppy wanted to join her gang or whatever just so she could ride that freaking thing! Golden scales blinked at her like taunting riches and wings spread out such a distance that Poppy couldn’t even estimate how long it was. The blonde whistled under her breath and stumbled to her feet, almost knocking into someone next to her.

Lost Girl. it's all about the Fae.....

I, unfortunately, won't be able to be in this roleplay, no matter how much I wanted to be. Sorry ):

The Black Tower: A Fantasy Adventure RP (CLOSED)

Okay, PM me if it ever starts up again.

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I've been swamped with tests and I'm so drained that I'm having a hard time writing right now, but when it comes back, I'll try to get up a post (: